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You were so thin, so terribly thin that I feared you would tumble backwards as you took the first few trembling steps. You felt cold when the wind blew about the stones, so I wrapped a grey cloak around you bony shoulders. At first you could not speak, so I spoke for you. I told all I believed of what was to be, and hoped they would understand. They did understand.

Later, in the fading silver light, you looked at me with ghostly eyes and I knew you did not understand. You did not know what I wished for…dreamed about…- what I have experienced all these years.

I also knew that you will always prove me wrong.

Author's Note: The previous bunny brought its brother. This one hurt.